Death Comes For Us All.

Even At Our Birth, Death Does But Stand Aside A Little. And Every Day He Looks Toward Us And Muses Somewhat To Himself Whether That Day Or The Next He Will Draw Nigh.

Death Comes For Us All. Even For Kings He Comes.

Morality's Not Practical. Morality's A Gesture. A Complicated Gesture Learnt From Books.

Thomas More: Will, I'd Trust You With My Life. But Not Your Principles. You See, We Speak Of Being Anchored To Our Principles. But If The Weather Turns Nasty You Up With An Anchor And Let It Down Where There's Less Wind, And The Fishing's Better. And "look," We Say, "look, I'm Anchored! To My Principles!

If We Lived In A State Where Virtue Was Profitable, Common Sense Would Make Us Good, And Greed Would Make Us Saintly. And We'd Live Like Animals Or Angels In The Happy Land That /needs/ No Heroes. But Since In Fact We See That Avarice, Anger, Envy, Pride, Sloth, Lust And Stupidity Commonly Profit Far Beyond Humility, Chastity, Fortitude, Justice And Thought, And Have To Choose, To Be Human At All... Why Then Perhaps We /must/ Stand Fast A Little --even At The Risk Of Being Heroes.